You get a shiver in the dark
It's raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop
and you hold everything,
A band is blowing Dixie double four time
You feel alright
when you hear the music ring.
Well now you step inside
but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain
to hear the jazz go down
Competition in other places
Oh but the horns,
they're blowing that sound
Way on down south,
way on down south London town
You check out guitar George
He knows all the chords,
Mind it's strictly rhythm
He doesn't wanna make it cry or sing.
Left-handed old guitar
is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights
to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind
if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job,
he's doing alright.
He can play the honky tonk like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the Sultans,
with the Sultans of Swing.
And a crowd of young boys,
they're fooling around in the corner,
Drunk and dressed in their best brown
baggies and their platform soles.
They don't give a damn
about any trumpet-playing band,
It ain't what they call "Rock 'n' Roll"
And the Sultans,
Yeah the Sultans, they play Creole,
Creole
Guitar Solo
And then the man
steps right up to the microphone,
And says at last
just as the time bell rings,
"Goodnight, now it's time to go home."
Then he makes it fast
with one more thing,
"We are the Sultans,
we are the Sultans of Swing."
Guitar Ending
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